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| Oh, Swedish candy, how I miss thee |
After a quick plane and train ride
from Belgium, the four of us arrive in Stockholm, Sweden. The weather is
unfortunately cold and cloudy (I don’t know why I expected anything else from
Sweden), so we plop down in the station to wait for Mama’s son, Hans, to pick
us up. While waiting, we transfer our money into Kroner (a strange switch, as
$1 is equivalent to around 7 kroner) then discover my favorite thing about
Sweden, the candy. So much weird candy and in all different shapes and sizes
and colors. There are so many to pick from and because I have an insatiable
sweet tooth, I blindly fill my arms and head to the register. Apparently salted
licorice flavored candy is a big thing over there (gag me), but my favorite
uniquely Swedish candy I discovered were little, chewy marshmallow bits covered
in sour sugar.
Hans arrived shortly and we headed
out. We only had two full days in the city, so our time was spent frantically
exploring as much as we could. We hadn’t packed clothes warm enough for the
weather and for a day and a half it was pouring rain. We were freezing, wet,
and exhausted, but at least we saw as much of the city as possible. We went to
the Vasa Museum and Skansen open-air museum, passed the ABBA museum, saw the
Parliament House and the Royal Palace, and wandered through the old city. It
was beautiful and historical, but it was here that I realized I’m not super
interested in visiting big cities from around the world (or maybe it was just
the blistering cold), either way, the country side is where it’s at. I’m glad I
had the opportunity to experience a tiny bit of Swedish culture, but I’m even gladder
I got to eat a ton of Swedish candy.